He laid her down beside the water, and bathed her face and hands.

As he did so his quick eye caught sight of a woman's handkerchief lying at the foot of the disrupted root.

Dropping Teresa's hand, he walked towards it, and with the toe of his moccasin gave it one vigorous kick into the ooze at the overflow of the spring.

He turned to Teresa, but she evidently had not noticed the act.
"Where are you ?" she asked, with a smile.
Something in her movement struck him! He came towards her, and bending down looked into her face.

"Teresa! Good God!--look at me! What has happened ?" She raised her eyes to his.